Wounded Animal
Sam looked across the small bonfire at his brother, nursing a fractured arm and leg, eyes closed tightly in pain.
Here they were, in the middle of nowhere, their only company trees, grass and the occasional bird that flew above their heads.
The youngest sighed, trying not to think about how cold he was since he had given that same brother his cozy jacket a quarter of an hour before.
"Dean, you think we should start walking again?"
He curled further into himself, clearly thinking Sam wouldn't hear his whimper, which wasn't the case.
"Carrying it is then."
Dean growled.
FIN